fraction

this fraction of something we can’t understand
in brief message moments disappearing like sand
with beauty to fall from one passing word
illusory reasons to never be heard
still reaching to touch, or voyage to where
should constants translate into language of prayer

those sharing awareness diluted beyond nought
deconstructing the motive and rhyme in a thought
spending the heartbeats on purposeful trite
watching each day turn blacker than night
as tears of knowing dissolve truth away
or build expectation to see it decay

Pandora’s birthing, the secrets of treason
now sever the cord twix meaning and reason

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